Hunger that makes our tummies growl, Do we know of it?
We who are the puppets of hunger, Do we know of that life?
A life where hunger usually means an empty stomach,
Do we know of the struggle of sponging that hunger out?
Smashing it and hiding it away for another time?
Oh! we behind the glass walls know of all kinds of hunger,
But for the one that drives the naive over the edge of humanity.
We may not acknowledge the versatility of hunger, but we sure live by it!
A hunger for power, A hunger for money,
Those pieces of paper have a choke hold over our lives,
And yet we burn with hunger for more and more.
“We behind the glass walls” are always impoverished in our own eyes and consequently in our hearts too.
Starving and striving on for the man-made intangible and tangible synonyms of power.
Power over the wife. power over the friend,
Power to impact for both bad and good, but power hungry all the same!
A women’s penchant to prove her power over a male, forgetting all about equality!
Power that is capable of making and breaking a comrade’s life,
Unknown maybe, but comrade all the same!
And yet again a hunger to prove the mettle of that hunger!
It acts the same in all scenarios.
But those for whom hunger is in its original state and makes the stomach grumble,
These men and women shun their own hunger but in turn are shunned by others who know nothing of it!
But as its versatile form rises from egos, ambitious hearts and shrewd minds, it knows no end, no rest, no starvation and no death.